Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.